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back in that mode (fast) - el snappo & dj fetti fee lyrics

[intro]
ballin’ like i’m f*ckin’ pistol pete, that draco on the seat
keyboard on me, get a n*gga erased, control, alt, delete
claimin’ you want smoke, i’ll put a p*ssy n*gga in a grabba leaf
ridin’ ’round with that silkk the shocker, but i ain’t master p
do, no, no, no
do, no, no, no
(dj fetti fee, drop that sh*t) mm, right back in that mode, i swear to god, n*gga, i ain’t goin’ broke
right back in that mode, i swear to god, these n*ggas—
huh, uh

[chorus]
right back in that mode, i swear to god, n*gga, i ain’t goin’ broke
amiri on my coat, ’93 gas, blowin’ texaco
real trapper, i could get my hands on any drug you want
weed, base and blow, n*gga, pull up on me, i’m at the corner store
freaky*ass lil’ b*tch, she tryna f*ck me, want me to drop my lo’
made two hundred bands, i f*cked off and went and got some more
your baby mama with me in the passenger seat, panties to the floor
you better be glad i ain’t f*ck that b*tch, i just got some throat, n*gga

[post*chorus]
do, no, no, no, no (phew, phew, phew)
do, no, no, no, no (swear to god)
uh
[verse]
uh*huh, uh, ballin’ like i’m f*ckin’ pistol pete, that draco on the seat
keyboard on me, get a n*gga erased, control, alt, delete
claimin’ you want smoke, i’ll put a p*ssy n*gga in a grabba leaf
ridin’ ’round with that silkk the shocker, but i ain’t master p
freaky*ass lil’ b*tch, she tryna suck my s*m*n through my jeans
saved her number under rick james ’cause she a super freak
poor*ass n*gga rockin’ moissanite, n*ggas ain’t foolin’ me
i’ma up that pistol and make you sweat, but i ain’t talkin’ keith

[post*chorus]
do, no, no, no, no (phew, phew, phew)
do, no, no, no, no (swear to god)

- el snappo dj fetti fee lyrics

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